Hey there’s 2 -3 - 5 things I forgot to mentionnLike I can-no-stand-no trapped in no armnToo tight is too hard for menSo I paint all 1 to 7 bars in the jailnAnd let myself out with blues on paradenAnd set our masks on firenI play the past on strings of leadnAnd you put your tongue in another mouthnStill I can-no-stand-no trapped in no armnI think I’ll go out tonightnI’ll put my blues on paradennPossibly all 2 - 3 - 5 mirrors with eyes on younTurned black as night and made you bluenLike fish in river and faith is shipnAnd sails awaynMy strings of lead have failed to playnAnd as the waves come down so furiousnI can-no-stand-no trapped in no armnI think I’ll go out tonightnI’ll put my blues on paradennYeah, I’ll drive 2 - 3 - 5 carsnAnd race awaynI’ll crash my blues on every tree in your lawnnCloser to your housenMy strings of lead they buzz to the beat nOf the RicochetnnWind in my mindnWind blowin’ crazynPushin’the RicochetnnThe miracle man speaks of love as a new sensationnLove is my new sensationnThe single man he’s a connLove’s my new sensationnLove’s my new sensationnLovennChoir: nTomorrow a prince,nIn springtimenIn May a prince